In all honesty, though, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let go of how much harm TPTB did by fucking over BBC Sherlock. The amount of pain it caused was in no way funny. There’s no spin on this that can undo the hurt. I’m so tired. 

Growing up is realising that Miss Bingley isn’t nearly as terrible as you thought as a child, and realising that if she’d been portrayed just a little bit differently in films, she’d have been quite a likeable character, even. Which makes sense, because she’s Bingley’s sister and Darcy’s friend…

I think I may have lost my ability to be comforting. I have no remembrance of the last time I was comforted myself and my mind is so “just make it through”-oriented that I’m absolutely awful at attempting comfort.